Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

"Let's break gentlemen. Take the time you need for lunch, tea, follow up on pack business, whatever you need. We'll reconvene later this afternoon," Saint's growl reverberates through my voice as he fights for control. I don't wait for an answer. I bow and leave the room with Kas following close behind.

"Bronx! What's the matter?" Kas calls after m e. I can't stop, Saint is forcing his way to the surface. I can't risk hurting her or saying something I'd regret. She has been working so hard the past couple of weeks, meeting with the therapist, eating healthy foods so she can gain weight, and getting to know pack members. I can’t ruin that progress by losing my temper in front of her.

Even with all the positive strides she made, she still has nightmares almost every night. She tosses and turns, talks and cries in her sleep, and wakes up screaming in cold sweats. I sleep on her sofa, so she won't be alone

when she wakes up. It's my responsibility to keep her safe. I cradle her in my arms and soothe her until she falls back asleep. Sometimes I'm so tired that I fall asleep holding her but most of the time, I go back to the sofa.

Being a bystander in Kas's personal Hell is excruciating to watch. I can't imagine living it but I already have. The second time I came back from war, I spent months in the hospital. Saint almost killed three nurses one evening. He forgot where he was and was convinced they were witches trying to kill us. Reggie almost resigned after I attacked him in the hallway. I almost slit his throat right there in the packhouse. Fortunately, he is well trained and was able to fight me off long enough until help arrived. Lenora was the one who convinced me how important mental health is, not only physical health. I still see the therapist every month. She would be disappointed at how I was handling this situation. 2

Right now, I have to get out of here before I go off. I pull off my clothes leaving them in a trail on the floor behind me as I stride down the hall until I'm in my underwear. I let Saint take over as I push open the back door, just in time for him to shift into his huge white wolf form and we take off running.

"We've got forty-five minutes to get it out of our system, man."

"Fine," Saint growls and cuts off our mind link.

Milo's POV

open. I look over the landing to see Bronx busting out, his eyes were

set him off

use. She's so small, there is no way her teeny

stairs, Bronx is gone with nothing but a trail of clothes leading to the door and a scared little

little panicked. He knows how to handle two full- grown charging werebears, no

much that I already consider her my sister. It tugs at my heart to see her upset. It makes me angry that Bronx is the one

me what happened," I motion to James that it is alright and to follow

Bronx got really mad. I could feel it. It was so strong, it made me mad. The next thing I know he's headed out

Elder Council recommended

I can go to them in France. They can help me learn how to control my abilities," she wipes the tears out of her eyes as

chin, "Well, in a perfect world,

"Tell me what?"

the end of the hall, giving us privacy but

sigh trying to decide the best

knife. She also stabbed him in the gut and took part of his liver. She wasn't very careful about it and the knife broke off in his abdomen. He was fully awake for the whole thing and couldn't do anything about it. Saint was blocked because of the silver floating around Bronx's body, so he couldn't help heal him. Bronx almost died. In fact, there is still a couple flakes of cursed silver imbedded in his liver. It will never fully heal. Can you imagine how strong he and Saint were

he never said anything to me about it," Kas says softly. She